My New Neighbor - Justin Bieber

Chapter 32

"You deserve a story book ending." - Fairytale, Justin Bieber.

Ariana

There was a light knock at the door, indicating that Scooter was here. I gently pushed Justin's head off of my soaking wet shoulder, and stood up and opened the door.

Scooter was standing there with a sad look on his face and wet cheeks. He's also been crying. Who could blame him? We were all a wreck at Ryan's death.

I moved out of the way so Scooter could walk in. When he did, Justin looked up and noticed it was him. At that moment, Scooter and Justin ran into each other and engulfed each other in a tight hug. They began breaking down, both physically and mentally. They literally collapsed to the floor on their knees and cried in each other's shoulders.

I couldn't stand the sight, or the hearing, of them mourning over Ryan's death. My brother is dead. I almost shot my biological brother, who I will never see again. We ended on a bad note, again. Honestly, could this day get any worse?

"I'll be outside to leave you two to talk." I announced, walking outside and closing the door. The sun was starting to rise a little bit, the sky a turquoise-ish color. It was a little bit chilly from the wind that made the trees and leaves dance. Ryan's body was still laying there. Lifeless. I still can't believe he's dead, because of Calum...

Scooter called up a few guys to pick up Ryan's body, but they're not here yet. Might as well take this time to speak to him person-to-soul I guess.

Sighing, I walked over to his body and sat down on my knees. I gently touched his cheek, and flinched at how freezing cold it was. His lips were really chapped and paler than a ghost. His skin was also extremely pale, with a little bit of a blue tint to it. His once beautiful, blonde hair was starting to lose its color. The pool of blood on his white shirt in the middle of his chest was also starting to fade, but the wound and the bullet was still really fresh.

"You had a feeling that something bad was going to happen last night, and I thought you were just being paranoid. I should've listened... dammit Ryan." My voice was beginning to crack, and my throat was tightening up. The battle is over. The Projectiles won. Now I can fully break down. There's no need to be strong anymore. There's no reason to be. I lost my brother, I'm not okay.

"You were like a second brother to me, and I couldn't be more grateful that it was you. At this moment, I'm back to hating Calum now. His members killed you, and we have no idea why. It's all my fault... it's all my fucking fault. I'm sorry, Ryan. I'm so sorry..." I ran a hand through his hair, and laid my head down on his shoulder. My tears were falling on his cold shoulder. Maybe it'll be one of those magical bullshit moments where my tears automatically make him come back to life and we're all happy again. Man.. I wish.

Justin

"Look, Justin. I'm just as mad and upset as you are, but we'll have to move on eventually. That's the first thing I taught you both when I first met you. Mourn for a little bit, and then move on. We're going to have to do this because I have to speak to you and Ariana." My brother since I was a newborn. The one who stuck by me. Laughed at all of my stupid jokes. Fought with me over stupid shit. Let me cry on his shoulder. Taught me everything I needed to know. Made sure that I was okay.

My brother... is dead. Gone. No longer here. Never coming back.

"Scooter, I-I can't. He's my brother." I couldn't control my tears at all. It's so hard to move on from a moment like this. My fucking brother got killed, and I can't get him back. Magic won't help. Fucking doctors can't do shit about it.

He sighed, and left the room to go get Ariana. Speaking of which, I didn't get a response from her after opening up. Oh man, I really hope she takes me back. I love her so much. I already lost my brother, I can't lost the love of my life too. Not at this point, no.